The sun was under sky, pigeons hobbling around corridors and roofs of the apartment for early morning breakfast. Cold breeze was soothing my cheeks coming through an open window. The short lived showers made the streets wettier and the fragrance of mother soil was filled up in the air. The "Balaji Strotra"at Mr. Shastri’s,our neighbourhood,was melodious. I was tucked under my blanket, was feeling very lazy to switch off my alarm that was screaming Jungle Book song at a distant. This was a song people laughed at and gave sleuth look around in office, but I don’t mind keeping it my alarm tone or either my rigtone.Memories of yesterday’s events were flocking over my mind, I kept promise with my friend for an outdoor trip on weekend. I called him, me still under the blanket, adjusting myself for an opulent mobile network and finally his voice came live, I settled him with a morning show, as I was caught with cold due to weather and could not afford for an outdoor trip. He beamed with a distant smile and reiterated that he would take an hour to reach theater; I okayed and promised to take his ticket in advance. After he hung up, I called our mutual friend and told him to book ticket for three.
I got from the bed, took the towel and whirled the shower handle in right for hot water, soon I was grasping for oxygen in the smoke. The showers were not so hostile to me as it was today, I was feeling like a Gladiator when I stepped out of bathroom, but I did not know the real test for Gladiator lied ahead. I got myself dressed, wore blue denim and a light blue full sleeved shirt. The shirt was looking elegant like an OCM advertise thought. I got a coat over the blue shirt to protect my lungs against the cold breeze, took the keys of red male Unicorn gazed at the helmet, Why the hell I need it?I strolled out of my flat, hammered the kick of red Unicorn soon the machine came alive and I sped at 50 kmph.
My father and me always thought that I would neither be a good rider or a care taker of bike. I proved these with three accidents and a hefty maintenance cost on a bike which I got as a gift in my final year of graduation and Papa drew no surprise on that and hence my gift was taken back from me and sold at handsome amount, I was happy and sad at the same time. I forbidden myself from owning a two-wheeler then on, I passed the half way to theater saw some nubile standing at bus stop and waving for a lift but I ignored them,afterall these are very dreadful days maybe terrorist have new appointees. I reached the famous Good Luck chowk named after the historian Iranian Hotel Good Luck. I took one way path towards the JM Road, the one way was ending to a perpendicular road, with some banners picturing heroes of Operation Cyclone. A PMT was speeding in front t of me in full swing and it took a sharp left turn towards the JM Road. I thought, the government transporter is taking advantage of zero-crowded road, who else will not take this advantage.
As always, I did not remember which gear I was driving in, I also took sharp left turn, enough angle of banking was provided with unleveled layers of tars on the road thanks to last hour prepared road for Commonwealth by PMC and I got myself trapped into these unleveled layers, the Gladiator test was drowning me. I soon realized the centrifugal force had been exceeded the gravity force (forgive me if my physics is wrong),the rear wheel of Unicorn got parallel to front wheel, the vehicle got perpendicular to road blocking the half of the road and skidding at 20 kmph I guess, reminiscence of blockbuster "Kaho Na Pyar Hai" came into mind where Hritik Roshan skid the same way as I did, reminiscence of formula one accidents came live when they thirsted at the stands with crowd looking disbelievingly. The front guard of Unicorn was now making friction with tar road, sparks were originating from the friction, sparks were reminding me of just passed diwali crackers, the coefficient of friction of Tin guard was not large, I prejudice. The rear wheel still was roaring to go; people were running to the site. I made my head steady as the most important part of my body; flashes of helmet came in my mind. The blue denim fractioned with the roadbed, blood was coagulating below my knees, flesh of my body was coming over to sputter, I assumed.
The side thrust was now coming to dead and to my fate no vehicle was now coming behind me. Finally the vehicle stopped, I sat on the road, my left leg on the ground and under the Unicorn, my right leg over the Unicorn, head steadied above the surface and in direction of road. Some students rushed to help me stand, I managed to stand on my own, thanked the students and was laughing at morbid situation I was under for few minutes, I thought Bikes are not my cup of tea. Smile spread on my face, faces around me looked astonished on my laughter but that is the way I am, I have the courage to laugh at myself. I headed Towards Dostana, the friendship that I had and will always keep.
